Dream Log: February 21, 2001

I was a redangel. Some other flyingcreature was shooting arrows at me trying to make me fall. I caught one of the arrows in mid air and broke it in half. But the flying creature had more arrows. One of them scratched my skin and blood started to pour out of me as I spiraled back toward the Earth.

My friend is about to be bitten by a grotesque insect - (i have a longstanding phobia about them) - and i try to warn him. I succeed, he isn't bitten, but i attract the thing's attention and it bites me instead. At the same time, i fail and it bites him.

Path2: I know where he is. I know what he's done. I don't have any choice, i have to burn him out. I prepare Molotov cocktails and head for his haunt.

Path1: They've burned my lair, my hideout. I'm now escaping into a tree, my elongated arms and legs, my claw tipped digits easily grasping the branches. My tongue drips poison. I hear an enormous creaking from behind me. The lizard, changed in the same way that i have, is following me. It is vast, i am finally afraid.

Path2: I have found him. I plunge the piece of metal pipe deep into his guts and hear him screech in agony. I twist, moving forward. The claws grip my head, the pointed tongue descends towards my eyes. I scream my way into...

Path1: The lizard's tongue lashes out like that of a chameleon. I am siezed, drawn toward the gaping maw. The path ends.

Path2: As my skin is stripped away, i force the pipe right through the insect-thing. It's cries and mine merge. As we die together, i wake.

I am walking with someone (an unknown dream person),
when I feel someone behind me who bumps into me...
well, it is more like they brush against me.
Instinctively I reach for my wallet, only to
find it gone.

I hold out my hand to the culprit and demand my wallet.
He protests his innocence. I repeat my demand, and his
friend comes up, a pretty big guy.

Again, like the last time I had this dream, I am not
afraid or upset, just thinking about how I can get it
back and the things I'll have to do (cancel cards, etc.)
if I can't get it back.

The dream bothers me a bit, since it's happened twice in
recent days. IRL my wallet is very small, only contains
some essential cards, no money, and so its loss would
only cost me a little work to replace.

i dreamed that i was a roman emperor, and that i was trying to defend the populace against an incredibly greedy senate which was trying to have me asassinated. i remember standing in a room in my huge marble mansion looking out at a sunset over the city. suddenly a slave, who had been bribed by one of the senators, rushed into my room with a dagger. as i turned around i made a squeezing-twisting gesture with my hand, and blood sprayed from him everywhere as he lifted up off the ground and compressed. i watched the blood spread across the somewhat uneven floor, and recited the punchline from a joke i learned in my (real-world) youth: "they can send a man to gaul, but they can't make something that takes lava stains out of marble." as the slave's now magma-esque blood ate through my floor and threatened my feet, i awoke... much disturbed.

This is one of my regular tri-part dreams. Each part is separate, but they all tie in to a common theme.

I am a special guest at a beauty pageant. It is a great international event and security is tight. But I know that there is something wrong. Nobody else seems to sense it and nothing appears out of place, but I know that there will be panic soon and it will be up to me to discover the cause and uncover the one responsible. {then the dream fades}

{this sequence is vague and I only know what goes on here as it relates to what happens in the third part} I am an intrepid explorer. I have mastered many forms of combat and meditation and am in peak physical condition. While I have no official status, I am a respected member of the scientific community as well as a sometimes operative of clandestine goverment operations.
I work for a company that does extremely specialized water filtration. I am in charge of one of the three main valves and the overall maintenance as well as a crew of technicians and highly trained maintenance personnel. The valve I am in charge of needs to be replaced and has for several months, but the man who owns the equipment and company as well as his vice-presidant in charge of operations both refuse to allow for the replacement.

It has been three months and the valve finally fails. I try desperately, but I cannot get the valve to work. I sound the alarm and call for the two of them to come and help me as I have a technician still in the system and she'll drown without help. They both laugh. They knew it would fail and seemed to be hoping that someone would die as a result. I am furious and outraged and incredulous that they could be so evil.

I run to my car in the hopes that I can bring someone to stop their machinations, but my door won't close and I realize that the woman has rammed my car, ruining any chance that I could leave. I storm back into the facility, too enraged to have any fear for myself. They are waiting and laugh at me.

He pulls a gun and tells me that I will have to run the system, believing that I will also drown when I get to the final lap and the non-working valve. I know better. I know that I could swim nearly the entire system without any of the valves working and still make it through. I realize that I will have to manage my air carefully as I have to push the dead technician's body through the system ahead of me for the last leg. I am hoping they do not decide to just shoot me as I start my swim.

While I'm in the system the facility is raided by a pair of government operatives. They had intended to merely visit, but when they saw the damage to my car, they knew something was wrong. The two villains are overconfidant, believing that I will drown and tell lies of how they tried to stop me and that I went in to retrieve the technicians body. My friends watch them both with guns drawn and wait for me to finish so that they can hear the real tale.

I had never dreamed of meeting an actual deity until last night. It was representing itself as a Hindu god, perhaps Krishna, more probably Shiva. I am meditating in a bright candle-lit room when the space in the room's center expands and becomes distorted like a lens or fish bowl. It resolves into the general shape of a man, perhaps ten feet tall. The transparent space becomes tinted by moving images of star-jeweled midnights. The pure astonishment makes my belly feel like a helium balloon, and is enough to turn this right into a lucid dream. But this divinemanifestation shimmering before me is from beyond the astral plane, beyond even my lucid powers of awareness. I awaken in my bed, breathing heavily, realizing I've just experienced the rare and sometimes terrifying encounter with something more real than yourself.

I awoke from the programming dream and stayed in bed trying to recall the details of my creation. It took a while and led me back into another dream. I am on campus at UC Santa Cruz at Kresge College, on my way to the computer lab to take a second look at my software creation. In my haste, I try flying and it becomes a lucid dream. I perch on the edge of a roof and use the technique of looking at my hand and rubbing the palm with my finger. It increases lucidity and keeps one grounded in the dream body. I remind myself of my wish to try astral projection from a lucid dream, in hopes of initiating an out of body experience. Unfortunately, I am unable to find a quiet place to meditate and waste my time trying to take control of the noisy environment. I run into my artificial intelligence professor who has accidently decapitated himself. Someone is carting his body along with his head lying next to it. The head explains his predicament to me.